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Rushing by like
Tornadic wind.
Argument won,
Dilemma adjourned
Till the morrow.

One year or twenty.
Whatever the morrow
May be.
Maybe dreams
Are echoes of life
Surreal.
Somewhere distant
Or someday near.
Whatever the case,
Tornadic wind
Will rush them in.

I will be unprepared,
Life is best that way;
Etch in stone a
Path to take
And I will show
You my grave.

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